The Suited Encounter.

After an eventful evening, I found myself in front of a hotel, glancing at the Starbucks while slipping onto one of their bar stools.

The epic bachelorette party, the whir of meeting a lot of people, singing loudly at Howl at the Moon made it all worth it when I ended up at Social 25 with one of the girls as an after-party. I didn't think twice when she found someone to hang out with, and I was escorted upstairs to meet the bachelor from Indiana.

Kent had a strong jaw line and at only twenty-five, he was dressed for success. His nonchalant mentality shifted as I introduced myself and proceeded to remember details about his love life.

"So you're getting married to Ashley?" How much I wow-ed them by keeping track of their love lives and staying close to the one who I had seen in the first place. He was the one I was most interested in. After introducing myself to most of the suited men at the bachelor party, I was drawn first to the safest ones. They were friendly, kind and the ones that I knew would look out for me.

The younger brother of the bachelor asked me what kind of shot I wanted as he headed toward the bar. He carried himself well, heavy-set, blond, a little forward and cocky, but definitely someone I'd want to hang out with and someone I could trust. WIth my girl off in the corner, I played up the fact that I was single and ready to mingle. I knew this guy couldn't hurt a fly. A brotherly figure and teddy-bear-like, he was a good time and you could tell was looking for one while visiting Chicago.

The other who initially approached me lied about his name. "Gabriel" he told me and stuck out his hand. I had no reason to doubt him until he wouldn't respond to his name when I asked him if he wanted a shot too. He told me all about his "great" married life and how he was the one officiating the wedding of the new couple-to-be. Now if only I knew if it was true! He thrived off of my stories and my young mentality. When we ended up at a Mexican place for food, he shared his tacos and rice with me and I couldn't believe how much advice he gave me about the mystery guy. Apparently the guy I liked most was oblivious.

"Timothy...meh, he's a hard one...he will never make the first move." "Gabriel" said as we walked along the sidewalk. My friend escaped the corner, had gone home and I was placed in between the suited men in my multicolored short-in-front, long-in-back dress. The cold May air never phased me as I walked along without a care in the world and feeling completely secure with my new friends. I knew they wouldn't try anything. They just wanted a good story. So did I.

"Maybe I like it that way!" I smiled as I moved closer toward my late-night crush Timothy, with his grey suit and purple tie strategically tucked into the lapel of his jacket. He looked sharp. Actually, they all did. Whoever had decided this outfit had made a great choice. Barney Stinson style.

After hanging out with multiple groups of bachelor and bachelorette parties that night, I had found a fun time with a group of bachelors and a few late-night bars and restaurants. Flirting and playfully keeping track of me, it had come to an end of the night. Timothy turned to me and thanked me for being so much fun. The rest of the bachelors said goodnight, while he waited patiently for them to go.

Still a little drunk on lemon-drop shots, I gave him my number. In front of the closed Starbucks, I bid him adieu and sat while I watched him follow the footsteps of his bachelor friends. I turned quickly away, pretending not to watch as the elevator door closed, the shine from his shoes reflecting the bright light of the hotel lobby.

Maybe I'll meet him again soon.

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